Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2007 19:58:36 -0500
From: Morris Henderson
Subject: Grandson's Education Part 2
NOTE: If you are offended by descriptions of sexual
activities between a man and a boy who are related or
if it is illegal for you to read such material, leave now.
Chapter 4 -- First Contact
"Now, how about some lunch," Jerry asked. The two of them
returned to the camp site with their fish and Jerry showed Kevin
how to prepare the fish for frying. It was an odd lunch--just
fried fish and trail mix but it was very tasty and filling.
After cleaning up after lunch and dousing the fire, Jerry was
pleased to see that Kevin's funky mood was now history. He
had laughed during lunch and was back to his old self. However,
when Jerry suggested a swim now that it had warmed up
considerably since the chill of the morning, Kevin's mood
seemed to sour. "Don't feel like a swim, then?" he asked.
"I do and I don't," Kevin replied. We had fun yesterday playing
around in the water but..."
"But what?" Jerry probed.
"Well... I guess it's okay to tell you. I don't think you'll get mad
or anything. It's just that...well...being naked with you gives me
a hard-on. I've told you that I like boys. It's embarrassing but I
can't help it."
"You didn't get hard yesterday. And even if you do today, I
won't laugh at you or think anything less of you."
"But I did get hard, grandpa. When you were laying on the grass
after our swim. Your eyes were closed so I stared at you. I got
hard just looking at you and imagining what it would be like to
touch you. There! I've said it. Are you ashamed of me for
looking at you and getting all horny?"
"Not at all, Kevin. Knowing how you feel about boys, it's quite
understandable. I don't mind that you looked at me. And I won't
mind if you look at me again. You don't have to sneak a peek
anymore. But turnabout is fair play. You know that I'm gay so
I get to look at you all I want. Is that a fair deal?"
"You mean it? I can really look at you all I want and you won't
care?"
"Yes, I mean it. But it's a bargain. I get to look at you and
admire your body. You have to let me do that even if you get
a hard-on."
"Deal!" Kevin exclaimed, delighted that he no longer had to
conceal his interests or feel guilty. "You're really cool,
grandpa."
"I'll be even cooler in the water," Jerry chuckled. "Let's go."
They walked down to the shore where Jerry began stripping off
his clothes. Kevin, however, just watched. Jerry looked at him
quizzically and Kevin said, "You said it was all right to look at
you. Well, I'm looking."
Jerry was soon completely naked while Kevin sat on the ground
fascinated with his uninhibited chance to really study a man's
bare body. Jerry obliged by standing in front of the entranced
boy, letting him get a good long look. The focus of Kevin's
interest was, of course, Jerry's cock and balls. He wanted to
touch them, fondle them...but that was not part of the bargain
they had made. He could only do that in his imagination but that
was enough to make his teen cock begin engorging.
"Hey!" Jerry called. "Earth to Kevin! Come in, please."
Jolted out of his intense scrutiny of Jerry's naked body, Kevin
felt his embarrassment heat up his face to a noticable blush.
"Sorry," he said. "But you said I could look all I wanted."
"Don't be sorry. It's okay. But unless you plan to sit there or
jump in the water with your clothes on, you'd better strip."
"Right now?" Kevin asked, realizing that he had a full blown
erection that would be more than obvious.
"Yes, now. You've looked at me and I get to look at you."
"You won't laugh or tease me about...well...I have this problem."
Jerry couldn't help laughing as he realized that Kevin was
sporting a boner under his pants. "Sorry, Kevin. I'm not
laughing because you have a hard-on. I guess I'm laughing
because you're still shy about it. Remember what I said. It's
perfectly normal for a teenager to get a boner. As long as
the two of us understand that, there's no need to be
embarrassed about it."
Somewhat reluctantly, in spite of his grandfather's assurances,
Kevin stripped. As he lowered his boxers, his cock sprang up
to a vertical position.
"Beautiful!" Jerry exclaimed as he felt a tingle in his own crotch.
"You've got a beautiful body. You've got a cock to be proud of.
Can I admire you a little while before we jump in the water?"
Kevin, flattered by his grandpa's obviously sincere compliment,
obliged by turning slowly around to show his cute little ass as
well as his now-throbbing cock.
"Earth to grandpa! Do you copy?""
Jerry laughed. Then Kevin laughed. Barriers had fallen as
each of them now felt more at ease showing their real interest
in the male body. Jerry ran to the shore and waded out followed
closely by Kevin. For the next hour, the two buddies splashed,
swam, dunked each other, and had fun doing it.
Back on the shore and tired, they laid down on a grassy spot to
rest. Jerry laid on his back, Kevin at his side propped up on an
elbow so he could exercise his license to study his grandfather's
body. He longed to do more than look but he had no permission
for that. He could only imagine how another man's cock would
feel in his hands. He wondered if his grandpa's cock would get
stiff like his own. He tried to visualize what it would look like
hard. How much bigger would it get? Then he mentally
pictured cum squirting out of that long, fat cock. How much
would there be? How many blasts? Would his grandpa
enjoy it as much as he did when he jerked off? All of this
speculation brought Kevin's cock to rigidity and increased his
desire to actually touch another person's cock, even if it was
his grandpa's. He decided to take a risk.
"Grandpa. Can I touch it?"
"Touch what?" Jerry replied although if he had given it any
thought, he would know what Kevin wanted.
"Your penis. I've never touched a penis other than my own and
I just want to know what it's like. You said you would help me
understand what being gay is like. Well, that's part of it.
Touching each other I mean. Please."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Kevin. I did promise to help
you but I meant explaining things. I didn't mean doing things
with you that would be inappropriate between a man and a boy."
"But all I want to do is touch it. That's not like having sex or
anything. Please, grandpa. Just once," Kevin whined.
"No. I understand how much you want to because I've felt the
same way, especially when I was young and single. But we
mustn't start things that will lead to something that's wrong.
I love you and I want you to be happy but I have to say no
touching."
Kevin scowled in disappointment but adopted another tactic.
He got up on his knees with his very firm cock clearly visible
to Jerry. "Do you want to touch mine?" he asked.
Jerry was severly tempted. The sight of a very erect teen cock
on a boy who was completely willing to let Jerry touch and fondle
it began to gnaw at his resistance. It didn't help that Kevin
grabbed his cock and waved it back and forth in front of the man
who had wanted just this opportunity for all of his adult life.
But Jerry hesitated because he knew that it was a first step
toward something he might not be able to stop.
Kevin correctly interpretted his grandpa's lewd look and
decided to up the anti. He took Jerry's hand, lifted it, placed
it on his now throbbing boner, and said, "It's okay with me if
you touch it."
Jerry's resistance was ebbing fast and let his hand encircle the
enticing shaft of meat. Contact with a hard, ready-for-action
cock was enough to jump start Jerry's arousal. It felt wonderfully
warm. The silky skin stretched tightly over a firmness that
seemed to transmit a signal straight to Jerry's libido. That was
the moment that changed history between Jerry and his
grandson.
Kevin moaned ecstatically at the feel of someone else's hand
on his cock, which was a further stimulus for Jerry to gently
squeeze Kevin's pleasure pole. Kevin moved his grandpa's
hand up and down his aching cock. Jerry didn't resist. Kevin
threw back his head and moaned again. Jerry, no less than
Kevin, was now locked into a path of passion from which there
would be no exit. Jerry's cock rapidly rose to attention as his
long-suppressed yearning for a gay experience mushroomed
into an obsession.
The normally rational, analytical, and circumspect man yielded to
a lust that had exploded within him after decades of dormancy.
With no conscious thought of consequences, he began to
slowly stroke Kevin's admirable cock. Kevin was equally
caught up in the extraordinary pleasure of being masturbated by
another person. His mind was a chaotic mixture of sublime
pleasure and the exciting mystery of a new experience.
Jerry gradually quickened the pace of his stroking while fondling
his own cock with his free hand. Both were leaking precum
profusely when Kevin's balls tightened, he screamed, and
several blasts of creamy cum erupted to land with a splatter
on Jerry's chest. Weakened by the most intense orgasm of
his young life, Kevin collapsed across his grandfather's chest
with the fresh cum becoming a mortar between their two bodies.
With Kevin lying on Jerry's chest and descending from his
erotic orbit, Jerry's mind was a tangle of conflicting thoughts.
He was thankful for the experience he had waited so long for.
He regretted not having the will power to prevent it from
happening. He was happy that his grandson experienced the
joy of an obviously satisfying orgasm. He simultaneously feared
and looked forward to further, even more intimate sex. His
rational mind--the one that demanded an immediate stop to
sexual contact--was about to gain the upper hand in the mental
battle but it's dominance was jeopardized when Jerry felt Kevin
stir and a youthful hand begin to fondle his still-hard cock.
"Kevin," Jerry began and was about to say that there could be
no more sexual contact when Kevin interrupted him.
"Fair's fair. You touched mine. No I get to touch yours."
Jerry was about to resist when the sensations from his crotch
short-circuited his thinking. He was harder than he remembered
being for a long time. His balls were aching for release. And
the feel of a hand stroking his cock overwhelmed him.
Kevin repositioned himself so that he could not only masturbate
his grandfather but had a clear, close-up view of a man-sized
cock. Jerry lay helplessly prisoner of his own sensual
pleasure as Kevin's hand worked its magic. In a short time, Jerry
tensed, bucked his hips into Kevin's hand, and shot two streams
of cum followed by a slow, steady ooze that dripped into his
pubes.
When Jerry's heart rate returned to normal and his breathing
slowed to its regular rate, he opened his eyes and saw Kevin's
face beaming with a brilliant smile.
"Kevin, what we did just now..." Jerry began.
"It was awesome," Kevin gushed, interrupting his grandpa.
"What we did..."
"I never imagined it would be so fantastic," Kevin gushed.
"Kevin, listen to me. I think..."
"Thank you, grandpa. I love you." Kevin fell on top of Jerry
and gave him a long, tight hug.
Jerry forcably broke the embrace, lifted Kevin slightly, looked
him in the eye sternly, and said. "We must not do this again."
Kevin's surprise and disappointment was palpable. He
returned Jerry's gaze and said, "I enjoyed it. It made me
happier than I've ever been. Did you enjoy it, too?"
"Of course. But we must never do it again."
"Why?"
"It's not right for a man and a boy to have sex. It's even more
wrong for a grandfather to have sex with his grandson."
"But it made us both happy. What's wrong with being happy?"
"For one thing, it could seriously damage the relationship we
have with each other. For another thing, I could go to jail."
"But we love each other," Kevin objected. "We do lots of things
together just because we love each other. That won't change
just because we've found something new to do with each other.
And you won't go to jail if we keep it a secret. Nobody will
know, will they?"
"It's not right, Kevin."
"Says who? Why is it wrong for two people who love each
other to make each other happy?"
Jerry recognized, of course, that his arguments against sex with
Kevin were weak. It was the arbitrary dictate of society and the
law that no adult could have sex with anyone before their 18th
birthday. Kevin was mature beyond his years--intellectually,
physically, and emotionally. It was he that initiated the sexual
contact and was surely aware of what he was doing and capable
of making such a decision. Both Jerry and Kevin's mother had
taught him to question everything, to base decisions on facts,
and to reject patently wrong conventional wisdom. Continuing
to argue over the arbitrary age of consent was a nonstarter.
Jerry took the coward's way out. "We'll discuss this later," he
said in a tone that signalled 'no more.'
Kevin pouted and said, "Sure. Just like Mom. When I ask
her for something, she says 'we'll see' in the hope that I'll
forget about it."
They walked silently to the tent. Jerry grabbed a towel and
cleaned off the cum that was beginning to cake on his torso.
"Let's drive into town," Jerry said more as an announcement
than a suggestion. "We can have an early dinner and then get
a few groceries for tomorrow."
As they drove to town, niether had much to say but both had a
lot to think about. Jerry wrestled with the advisability of
giving Kevin what he wanted: a continuation of sex. Half way
to town, he realized that he wanted it as much as Kevin. His
dilemma then was to figure out how to end their illicit
activities when the vacation was over and how to avoid hurting
Kevin either when terminating the sex or by causing long-term
emotional scarring. Kevin, meanwhile, was planning how he could
overcome what he thought were his grandpa's objections and ensure
even more intimate contact. By the time they reached town and
pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, both had the same
goal and similar plans.
Chapter 5 -- The Pact
Their conversation over dinner was casual and friendly but there
was a tension that both felt. The tension peaked when Jerry
asked Kevin whether he wanted to stay a day or so longer at
their current camp site or proceed on to another. Kevin said,
"Let's stay here for a while. I like the fishing, the swimming..."
Kevin cocked an eybrow, grinned, and added, "...and the other
stuff we do together."
Jerry knew exactly what Kevin meant but this was not the time
or place to discuss it. "Done," he said. "We'll stick around here
for a little longer; do some more fishing and swimming." He
purposely omitted mention of 'the other stuff.' "Then we can
head north and see what real wilderness camping is like."
Kevin noted with disappointment the exclusion of 'other stuff'
but understood that it could not be discussed at the time. He
still feared that his grandpa would call a halt to the sexual
exploration and felt that it would take considerable persuasion
to change his mind.
Following dinner, they stopped at a grocery store where Jerry
picked up some provisions that were appropriate to camping.
To Kevin's later surprise, they were quite tasty and satisfying.
They then began their drive back to camp. On the way, Kevin
asked, suggestively, "What should we do this evening?"
Jerry was unsuccessful in supressing a scowl. He was still not
quite ready to have that serious talk with Kevin. "There's still
plenty of daylight left. I thought we could walk along the shore
and see what we can find. I've never been far from where we're
camping and I'd like to explore. The great thing about exploring
is that you can find things you never expected to be there."
Kevin, still thinking about sex, made a connection. "Yeah. I
like exploring. New places. New experiences. So far, it's
been awesome. It's opened up a whole new world for me."
Jerry shot a quick glance at Kevin whose wicked grin revealed
exactly what he was thinking about. In spite of himself, Jerry
had to chuckle at the way Kevin's teenage mind was working.
Kevin chuckled back which then caused both of them to laugh
contagiously.
Back at camp, they secured the food items in a locked cooler
so as not to feed scavaging critters. Jerry reminded Kevin of
his promise to call his mother. Kevin scowled but searched for
the cell phone and, finding it, made the obligatory call. Jerry
was pleased that Kevin was effusive in describing the beautiful
lake and woods, the swimming and fishing, but not, of course,
the activities that had really captured his attention.
Kevin seemed to be ending the call when he said, "Okay."
Handing the phone to Jerry, he said, "She wants to talk to
you."
"Of course he's been good," Jerry replied into the phone.
Then, winking at Kevin, he added, "And it's a joy to have him
with me." Kevin immediately understood the hidden meaning
and grinned broadly.
Jerry ended the call and asked, "Are you interested in a little
exploration?"
"Of course," Kevin beamed. Then, putting on a glum
expression, said, "Oh. You mean walking along the shore."
"That's exactly what I meant, you horny toad. When we get
back, we can have a serious discussion about the other
exploring you want to do."
Kevin had his confidence rise when his grandpa laughed at
his obvious allusion to sexual exploration during the ride back to
camp. But the promise (threat?) of a serious discussion about
it confused him. Would his grandpa agree to continue the sex
education or would he forbid it. As they set out walking along
the shore line, Kevin again tweaked his strategy for persuading
his grandpa.
Their walk was largely uneventful. They saw plenty of birds, a
few squirrels, and a snake but the lake and surrounding forest
was no different from where they had camped. They arrived
back at their camp just after sunset. Jerry sent Kevin off to
gather more firewood while he organized things for the next
morning's breakfast. Kevin was gone longer than expected
but then they had gathered all the nearby firewood previously.
That gave Jerry time to refine the outline of the discussion with
Kevin.
Once the fire was going and the two were seated comfortably in
its warmth, Jerry said, "We need to talk. About what happened
today. And about the future. I've promised to be honest with
you and I know you will be honest with me. It's a very serious
matter and it's important that we understand and trust each
other. Agreed?"
"Yes."
"First, Kevin, I'd like you to tell me a few things. For starters,
what did you think about what happened between us. I need
to know your thoughts and feelings. All of them. Don't hold
back anything."
Kevin collected his thoughts for a few moments. He was
prepared to argue his case but not prepared for the
retrospective examination his grandpa was asking for. "To
begin with," he began, "I'm glad it happened. I don't know if
you are but I am. It was much better than I had ever imagined
and I'm grateful to you for letting it happen."
"You have no regrets at all about your grandpa jerking you off
and then jerking your grandpa?"
"None. I know it's wrong. Or, that is, society says it's wrong.
But you're not just my grandpa. You're my best friend in the
whole world and I love you. When we did that to each other,
you were not my grandpa, you were my friend. And I'm not
sorry for it."
"Think back carefully, Kevin. When I was jerking you, were
you really thinking of me as a friend? When you were jerking
me, was it just a cock you had your hands on?"
Kevin looked very puzzled, thought for a moment, and said,
"Okay. To be honest I'd have to say that I was horny. I was
caught up in just having sex. The feelings were awesome.
But immediately before that, I wanted to do it because I love you
and because I figured you would let me because you love me.
Immediately after, I loved you even more for letting me."
"A final question, Kevin. Think about this before you answer
because it's very important that you be honest not just with me
but with yourself. How sure are you that you're gay?"
"I've already thought about that. A lot. Especially since we
swam nude and you let me look at you. I know for sure that I'm
attracted to boys and not girls. Like I told you before, it's boys
I think about when I masturbate. I mentally undress boys that
I see. I've wanted in the worst way to ... well ... mess around
with a boy. What we did today--that convinced me even more.
Sure, when you jerked me, it was marvelous but the strong
feelings I got when I jerked you proved that I'm gay."
Jerry studied Kevin's expression thoroughly throughout all of
his answers and was satisfied that the boy was being honest.
"Now," he said, "it's my turn to talk. Do me a favor and hear
what I have to say before asking any questions. Are you
all right with that rule?"
"Okay," Kevin responded, fearing what his grandfather might
say but hoping he was wrong.
"First of all, what we did today was wrong."
Kevin's heart sank as he anticipated the bad news to come.
"Sex with a minor is illegal. I will surely go to prison if
anyone finds out. I shouldn't have let it happen."
Kevin was sure now that any more sexual explorations would
not be permited and he was bitterly disappointed.
"But it did happen," Jerry continued. "I wanted it as much as
you did and I let it happen. When I saw you naked, it aroused
feelings in me that had been suppressed for years. You took
the lead when you put my hand on your cock. I should have
stopped it then and there but I willingly went along. My lust
compelled me to go along."
By this time, Kevin was miserable and close to tears.
"But I'm glad it happened. I don't know if I enjoyed it as much
as you but I certainly did enjoy it. I enjoyed it enough that I
want to do it again. That is, if you will agree to certain
conditions."
Kevin was catapulted from despair to elation with what his
grandpa said and he compulsively whooped and gave his
grandpa a big hug. "So we can do it?" he squealed.
"Hold on, pardner. You haven't heard the conditions. First
and most obviously, it must be our secret. Neither of us can
say a word to anyone about what we do together."
"No problem. I won't say a word. To anybody."
"It may not be that easy. We can't give anybody any reason to
suspect. Whenever somebody could be watching, there can be
no hugging. No holding hands. No sly glances to each other
that would arouse suspicion. We can be together as
grandfather and grandson and show the kind of affection that
is appropriate to that relationship. But we'll have to be
constantly on guard to avoid any behavior that could be
interpretted as sexual. Do you understand the difference?"
"I think so."
"Well, you can count on me to correct you if you make the
slightest mistake. Now for the next condition. Either one of us
can say no and the other will respect that. If you don't want to
do something, if anything makes you feel uncomfortable, you
must say so and I must honor your wishes. The same goes for
me. If I say no to something, then you must accept it and back
off. Do you agree with that condition?"
"Yes," Kevin said hesitatingly. "But I don't know why I would
say no."
"There's a lot of things that gay men do together. Some of them
are fairly common like jerking each other off. Some of them,
however, you or I may find distasteful. I'll give you an example.
Gay men will suck each others' cocks and swallow each others'
cum. Some gay men don't want or don't like cum in their mouth."
Kevin had heard of cocksucking but swallowing cum was new
to him so he thought for a moment before asking, "Is it okay to
try something once and say no the next time?"
"Of course. Now here's a final condition. It may be the most
difficult one for you to agree to. While we're on vacation, we'll
be alone together most of the time. That means there will be
plenty of opportunities for experimenting with sex. However, our
vacation will end and we'll go back home. We won't be together
as much after that so the sex is likely to stop."
"But we can still see each other," Kevin objected. Maybe have
a sleepover at your house once in a while?"
"It's not that easy. Too many sleepovers could make people
suspicious. I have another suggestion. When school starts,
you should find another boy close to your age who wants to--as
you put it, 'mess around.' It will be difficult but being a gay
boy is difficult. I won't lie to you. It may take quite a while
to find another boy. They're not out there advertising that
they're available. But trust me. It will be far better for you
to find someone near your own age."
"But I've already found someone. You. I love you. You're my
best friend."
"Let's look at the facts, Kevin. I'm 54 years old; you're 15.
I'm quickly approaching an age where I won't be able to keep up
with your youthful vigor. That will trouble me because I can't
fulfill your needs. And whether you would admit it or not, you
will be disappointed and frustrated. Find someone your age and
the two of you will bring pleasure to each other for many years."
They both fell silent while Kevin considered what he had been
told and Jerry hoped that Kevin would understand the logic of
the conditions he had imposed.
Jerry broke the silence with a recap. "So there you have it. We
can enjoy each other's company, we can mess around, I can
show you what gay sex really is, but we must agree to the three
conditions. We keep it a secret between just us two. Either of
us has the right to say no and the other will accept it. And
finally, you will find somebody else when you get back to school.
Do we have a pact?"
"We do. Although I don't like the last part. Suppose I do find
somebody. What about you? If you get pleasure from sex and
I have somebody else, that's not fair."
"Maybe I'll find somebody. Did you think of that? Somebody
closer to my age so we're more compatible. If I know that
you're looking for a partner--or have found one--that will make
me very happy."
"But how can I find somebody? Anybody like me is going to
hide it just like I do."
"We'll talk about that later, Kevin. Right now, I think it's time
for bed."
"But I'm not sleepy," Kevin objected.
"Neither am I," Jerry replied with a grin. "I said it's time for
bed. I didn't say it's time to go to sleep."
"Yeah!" Kevin exclaimed and he jumped up and started for
the tent.
"Come back here, young man," Jerry said sternly. "Work before
play. We have to douse the fire."
Chapter 6 -- Sex Play 101
Both Jerry and Kevin were beginning to get aroused as they
entered the tent and contemplated the pleasues that awaited
them. Facilitating their eager anticipation was their candid
discussion of their mutual interests and, more importantly, their
recognition that sex play between them would not be inhibited
by social prohibitions. At least for a while, they could satisfy
their needs with abandon. During sex play, they had tacitly
agreed, they would not be grandfather and grandson or even
best friends. Instead, they could fully get into the role of gay
lovers and the freedom of that would allow deriving of a
maximum of sensual pleasure.
Of course, they understood that they would not be lovers in a
long-term, committed relationship. Rather, it would be a
temporary pairing for nothing more than carnal gratification.
And it would have to stop at the end of their vacation. Jerry
recognized that first, when he decided that he would allow
sexual contact to continue but he had also decided that he could
deal with it. After all, he had lived most of his life without intimate
male companionship and could do so again. Kevin also
recognized it, when he objected to the third condition of their
pact. But a 15-year-old is less concerned with the future than
the present and it was the present that had such a compelling
grip on his mind.
It was also thoughts of the future that influenced Jerry to permit
and willingly engage in sex with his grandson. He was physically
fit; many would say that he was still an attractive man. But he
was 54. In spite of his good looks and his new freedom to seek
a companion, he thought his age would be a handicap. Also,
having spent so many years in the closet, any skill he may have
had in finding and attracting a like-minded man had atrophied.
These few weeks with Kevin may be his only chance to fulfill
a dream. And, even though it was a felony and perhaps
morally repugnant, he would sieze the opportunity. Moreover,
he was convinced--or perhaps he had convinced himself--that
it would be good for Kevin, giving him a valuable education and
leave no lasting emotional scars.
Kevin, of course, had his own reasons for engaging in what he
knew was unacceptable behavior to virtually everyone. The
agonizing torment he had been suffering over his attraction to
boys, to men, and in particular to his own grandpa had been
wiped away. He now understood that gay is different but not
sick. Love and sex between men may be frowned upon and
even persecuted but is a natural inclination of a minority of
males. He felt, although he wouldn't have articulated it this
way, that he had been liberated from the demons that had
been haunting him. He had permission to be what he knew
he was: a young, gay, healthy person. He looked forward
eagerly to experiencing the pleasures of the flesh in all its
varieties.
Kevin quickly stripped off his clothes and, with some degree
of pride, displayed his fully erect teen cock to his grandpa,
saying, "See? It's all ready for you."
Jerry chuckled and more slowly undressed. His cock was firm
but not yet hard but that didn't matter to him because his plans
for Kevin's first lesson involved giving pleasure to Kevin more
than himself.
"Lay down on your back, Kevin. I want to admire you for a
while before we begin."
Flattered yet eager to begin, Kevin complied. Jerry knelt
down beside Kevin. He absorbed himself in an thorough and
intense visual inspection of the young, virile body that would be
his to explore, enjoy, and delight. If anything, Jerry thought,
Kevin was even more beautiful. His slightly fuzzy legs only
hinted of full physical maturity. Similarly, his half-developed
chest was but a midpoint between childhood and adult.
However, his groin--cock, balls, and pubes--was that of a
young man fully capable of receiving and giving sexual
pleasure.
"Earth to grandpa. All systems go. Do you copy?"
Both Jerry and Kevin laughed. Jerry laid down beside Kevin
and began rubbing his chest. Both of them had the same
thought: this is a dream come true.
"Remember the second condition of our pact, Kevin?"
Kevin tore his mind away from the anticipation of what was to
happen long enough to remember. "Either of us can say no."
"That's right. I'm going to take you to a level of satisfaction
that you probably can't imagine. I'm going to do things to you
and for you that you haven't experienced. But if you are not
comfortable with any of it, you must tell me and I'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay. But can I do things to you as well?"
"Not tonight. Tonight, it's all about you. Don't worry; I'll be
enjoying it, too. But I want you to relax, let yourself go, and
enjoy."
Jerry straddled Kevin and eased himself down so that their
cocks were just touching. Kevin gasped. Jerry wiggled his
hips slowly back and forth in a way that made their cocks
brush lightly against each other. Kevin moaned and thrust
his hips upward to press his erection against Jerry's gradually
hardening cock but Jerry pulled back. With his hips raised and
his cock no longer teasing Kevin's, he bent his head down and
lightly kissed Kevin on the neck, just under his ear. Kissing
softly and licking his way downward, he found Kevin's nipple
and the kissing and licking became somewhat more intense.
Kevin continued softly moaning in delight at a pleasure he
would never have guessed existed.
Having brought one nipple to a firm protrusion, Jerry moved
to the other, giving it the same treatment, with the same effect.
Then, his mouth began to move downward, across Kevin's
stomach and toward his crotch. Kevin continued to moan,
which delighted Jerry.
Jerry's mouth and tongue found Kevin's belly button and
paused long enough to probe and tickle it before moving on.
Kevin giggled at what he thought was weird and slightly
ticklish but his giggled turned to moans again as Jerry's
mouth moved closer to a throbbing cock that seemed to
be begging for relief.
Suddenly, Kevin noticed that Jerry had stopped kissing and
licking. He expected his cock would be the next target of
Jerry's mouth but it wasn't! Kevin looked down, only to find
that Jerry was repositioning himself. Jerry spread Kevin's
legs and crawled in to kneel between them. Kevin didn't
know what to expect next but was willing to let his grandpa
work his magic.
Jerry began rubbing his hands gently on the inside of Kevin's
thighs. The hands got closer and closer to Kevin's balls and
his arousal intensified. He felt a finger drag softly across the
sensitive area between his balls and his ass. He yelped. The
hands then began caressing his balls, first one, then the other,
then both. It was almost too much to bear.
Jerry, meanwhile, noted with admiration, jealously, and delight
that Kevin's precum was flowing profusely and had puddled
on his stomach just above his pubes. Kevin's eyes were
shut tightly, he had begun to tremble and writhe.
Kevin's mind was in a fog at this point but he was aware
enough to notice that what was stimulating his balls was warm
and moist. Wracked by the sensation, he yelped.
"Are you all right, Kevin. Do you want me to stop?"
"NO!" Kevin screamed. "Don't stop! Please don't stop now!"
Jerry moved in for the finale. He licked Kevin's twitching cock
from the base to the tip. He teased the tip with his tounge,
tasting, for the first time in decades, the erotically delicious
precum. He encircled Kevin's knob with his lips and flicked
his tongue back and forth. This completed Kevin's launch and
he was in orbit, oblivious to anything but the electrifying
sensations that originated in his crotch, invaded every
cell of his body, and sent his mind through a thrilling free fall
of intense delight. His heart was racing. His breathing was
rapid, short gasps. His body squirmed and trembled
uncontrollably.
Jerry had planned to take more of Kevin's delicious cock into
his mouth and to rhytmically stroke him to the orgasm of his
young life. But Kevin surprised him with a very loud, gutteral
scream as he released several strong volleys of hot cream that
forcibly struck the back of Jerry's throat and seemed to fill his
mouth.
Jerry savored the taste, swallowed, and milked the last bit
of semen that oozed out of Kevin's cock. Jerry didn't want
to release the cock from his mouth but he knew how sensitive
it was becoming so he reluctantly moved up to lay beside
Kevin. He drapped an arm across Kevin's chest and waited
for him to recover while taking great joy that he had given the
boy so much pleasure. Moreover, he had enjoyed what he
had for so long craved doing. Jerry's happiness eclipsed any
potential regrets that he had just done the unspeakable with
his grandson. Kevin was deliriously happy. Jerry was also
happy. All's well with the world.
Kevin gradually came down from his high. His heart and
breathing returned to normal. His mind cleared although
vestiges of the intense pleasure remained. His cock still
ached a little, more and for longer than anything that followed
a masturbation. It was a pleasant ache and he wouldn't have
minded if it persisted for a long time. He turned his head and
saw his grandpa smiling broadly at him. Impulsively, he leaned
over and gave Jerry a passionate kiss on the lips.
Breaking the kiss, Kevin murmurred, "I've never been
happier. Thank you. It was awesome."
"I could tell you liked it," Jerry said dryly. "I liked it, too."
Only a moment's thought led Kevin to say, "But you didn't
get to cum."
"That's okay, Kevin. I will when I give you your exam tomorrow."
"Exam?" Kevin asked quizzically.
"Yes. You've had your first lesson in giving pleasure to a man.
Tomorrow is the test. You'll have to demonstrate your skill on
me."
Kevin giggled at the thought of doing what his grandpa had
done to him. "I'm ready now," he exclaimed. "And you
haven't cum. Can I take the test now?"
"Tomorrow. I'll be more ready for you tomorrow."
"Please."
"What's the second condition of our pact, Kevin."
"Oh. You're saying no and I have to respect that."
"Exactly. Now, do you want to sleep in your sleeping bag
or with me in mine?"
"That's a no-brainer. With you. All naked and cuddled up
together."
They snuggled together in Jerry's sleeping bag. It was tight
quarters but that's exactly what each of them wanted--to be
as close as possible and relish the feeling of their bare bodies
pressing against each other. Several minutes of contentment
followed when Kevin asked, "Would it be all right if I held your
cock? I won't do anything because you said you didn't want to
but I'd just like to hold it."
"I'd like that," Jerry replied. Gleefully, Kevin placed his
hand around Jerry's flaccid cock, squeezed it just once, and
later fell asleep feeling like the happiest and luckiest boy
in the world.